You get home full exhausted from running and lean against the door, dam you were out of shape. And who, no what the hell was that thing any way. That guy wasn't human was he? Well he defiantly wasn't normal and he was covered in blood. But who's… A shiver runs down your spine and you get a real bad feeling that you haven't seen the last of that guy. You sit against the door trying to clear your mind and calm yourself down. It didn't work you couldn't stop thinking about that face. That beautiful torn up face…. Wait, what the hell I'm I thinking? You shake your head trying to get rid of the thought, then you run your fingers through your short (hair color) hair. You sigh and get up. For some reason you felt like you had to go back there, maybe to check out if that guy was real or not. You laugh to yourself. Maybe you were just going crazy. So you get your pocket knife and stash it into your pocket. You also grab your sweater and put it on because it was already starting to get chilly. Finally you head outside back to the place where you had seen the guy.
You get to the place, of course he's no longer there and no sign of him ever being there. You let out a long exhausted sigh, why the hell did you even want to come back here in the first place? If that person was real and still here what would you have done? "Probably nothing", you laugh to yourself. You've done that for most of your life when it comes to dealing with other people. You hated other people which explained why you had no friends and wanted so badly to move out. Just so you didn't have to deal with them except when you had to like at work and school. Well, since going outside was a whole waste of time you decide that you might as well take a walk until you were ready to finally go back home.
While walking you come upon a park with a nice play ground. You spot a swing and go towards it; the swing was one of those things that you use to always go on. As a child that is. It was the only thing to do that didn't really involve interacting with other but still make it look like your part of a group or something. This way the teachers never thought that you purposely tried to stay away from everyone because even then you knew that there where those teachers would pick out certain kids and try and get them involved with other students. And you just couldn't handle other people getting all up in your business. It's bad enough your mother would do it. You let out a sigh as you sat down upon the swing. Ya, you knew your mother worried but why should she, you did ok by yourself, didn't you?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a gray finger poking you in the shoulder to get your attention. You're a little started at first but then you look up. You stare shocked. In front of you look to be a young guy or so you think. It was hard to tell since he wore a mask. A dark blue mask that shown no eyes just blackness, blackness that oozed out onto the mask itself running down the face, blackness that seemed to draw you in and losing yourself into it. But your trance is broken as this guy hands you something, you take it at first not even looking at it but when you do you find yourself shocked once more. There in your hands you held a heart. Not just any heart, a fresh human heart. A wave a disgust hits you and a shiver runs down your spine. You go to look back up at the guy but he is nowhere to be seen. You what to through the heart as far away as possible but something is telling you that it's not such a good idea to do so. Instead you place it into your sweater pocket. You defiantly had enough creepiness for tonight so you finally decide to head back home.
Once you are home you head straight to your bedroom and plop down on the bed. Your mind completely blank, you really didn't know what to think about this situation. Without knowing you end up drifting off to sleep.
~Time skip
You wake from a loud crash in the kitchen. You yawn and get out of bed to see what was going on. Walking into the kitchen you spot a figure just standing there. "Who…" Your words are cut off and you freeze as the figure turns with one of your kitchen knives in hand. It was the guy you had run into earlier but now his white sweater seemed to be soaked with more blood then before, fresher blood. The guy darkly chuckles, "What a lovely collection of knives you have, I'd just love to try one out." You then break out of your trance and try to make a run for it. With no effort at all, the guy tackles you to the ground and pins you beneath him. He then whispers into your ear, "Now (your name) it's not very nice to run from me when I came all this way just to see you fucking face." You stare at him with many thoughts going your head like who was he, how did hell did he get in your house, how did he know your name and was he going to do to you. The guy snickers as if he can sense such thoughts, "Don't fucking worry I'm going to have a little fun with you first." He then reaches down towards the bottom of your sweater and stops. You watch as pure anger runs across his face as he reaches into your sweater pocket and pull out a heart. The heart to be exact, the one you were given a while ago. You had forgotten all about it, your sweater was defiantly ruined because of course it had soaked the entire bottom half of your sweater in blood. Though you still didn't know why this pissed the guy off so much. The guy murdering under his breath get up off of you and starts walking toward the door but before he goes out he turns. "You're fucking mine (your name), and don't you forget it." He then leaves and you can't help but stare after him.